NATURE CALLS ME

NATURE CALLS ME

The winds seem to whisper as I gaze
out my window at the purple haze
of the mountains, and the water below;
a feeling of wanting fills me, I have to go...

Out into the garden, wet with rain;
This moment will not soon come again -
Nature calls, and I hear the shrill whistle
of a faraway train, as I pass by thistle.

Walking down to the old willow tree,
I feel only the peace and the serenity
of this quiet place where time stands still,
I love this land and always will.

Countrymom
5/1/05

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